So as I am packing up all my belongings, things are making their way back into my memory stream…I came across this photo shoot I facilitated with a student photographer. It seems to foreshadow my most recent work: “Washwoman’s Blues”. The shoot was back in 2005, the dresses I were sewn from old lady bathrobes and painted with India ink. Dear, dear, dear Scientista agreed to model with me in Smiley’s Laundromat (if any of you have been to this sketchy laundromat you will agree that the Colfax crack-head gathering spot is maybe not the safest of locations). I think we sort of look like zombie-geisha-aliens. The poses are so static and silly, hilarious really…strangely warms my heart.

A Shepard Fairey original, a beautiful paper collage of our next commander and chief—if you love me you will vote for this man…need I say more?

Was lucky to be involved in a Get Your Going performance last year. Andrew Novick, from the famed band The Warlock Pinchers, puts on these musical/performance art events that are all tied up in a theme. This one was at the Larimer Lounge and was on food. Cute film, I know I am a geek…enjoy.

I came across some old childhood photographs of me and my family…thought they would make a nice reference point for who I am and how I have grown to this point. My father used to lovingly refer to my sister and I as his “Little Monkeys” well “Little Monkinas” actually. The correlation is hilariously obvious.

My friend has an eye

Of stone, the other of jello,

He sings my heart numb.

I am very fond of this Tom Robbins passage. I am currently reading Skinny Legs and All. I feel this quote is a spot-on illumination of my own art. It’s very telling of what I am striving to do; to re-evaluate and redesign reality. As I realize this is the goal for most artists, his words describe it eloquently and simply by likening it to something wholly accessible. I am excited to share.

“Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they’re born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mockingbirds aren’t content to merely play the hand that is dealt to them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two different kinds of birds into a ten-minute performance, a virtuoso display that served no practical purpose, falling, therefore into the realm of pure art.”

-Tim Robbins Skinny Legs and All p.6

So the 2nd edition of Washwoman’s Blues went gracefully. Like most sequels, it lacked in overall punch, but wait ’till the third edition my friends…thank you again to the 11th Ave Gallery for having me and to Reverend Deadeye for performing along side me. Everyone I care most about (within a fifty mile radius) was present. An intimate gathering, thanks to you all for the support.